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| One morning in early December, Tate was in her favorite place on the window ledge. She noticed that many of the shops in the rue des Trois Pêcheurs had been decorated for Christmas. "Goodness," exclaimed Tate, "It's already December and I don't know what to get Pierre for Christmas!" It had to be something really nice. In the past, some of her presents hadn't been such a big success... |
Penelope Schenk